To Mary
On Receiving Her Picture

by George Gordon, Lord Byron

(From Hours of Idleness - 1807)


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  1.   This faint resemblance of thy charms,
  2.      (Though strong as mortal art could give,)
  3.   My constant heart of fear disarms,
  4.      Revives my hopes, and bids me live.

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  5.   Here, I can trace the locks of gold
  6.      Which round thy snowy forehead wave;
  7.   The cheeks which sprung from Beauty’s mould,
  8.      The lips, which made me Beauty’s slave.

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  9.   Here I can trace—ah, no! that eye,
  10.      Whose azure floats in liquid fire,
  11.   Must all the painter’s art defy,
  12.      And bid him from the task retire.

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  13.   Here, I behold its beauteous hue;
  14.      But where’s the beam so sweetly straying,
  15.   Which gave a lustre to its blue,
  16.      Like Luna o’er the ocean playing?

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  17.   Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
  18.      Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
  19.   Than all the living forms could be,
  20.      Save her who plac’d thee next my heart.

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  21.   She plac’d it, sad, with needless fear,
  22.      Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
  23.   Unconscious that her image there
  24.      Held every sense in fast control.

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  25.   Thro’ hours, thro’ years, thro’ time, ’twill cheer—
  26.      My hope, in gloomy moments, raise;
  27.   In life’s last conflict ’twill appear,
  28.      And meet my fond, expiring gaze.

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